This is a song about "Cold war kids"

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

So tell me why are we at war.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

As soon as i walk in the door

Trying to maintain in this war

Im seated by the floor

Money is worst than a war

Skipping class and growing cold

All this paper i fold

You kids don't know me, cold clutch like kobe.

And i be on the block all day

The world is already full of war

You ain't gotta worry no more